Put the gun downI just want to talkI can't hear youYou're breaking upI can't help being staticA rise in the voice marks the descentAs the atmosphere thickens, it quickens the coming apartA shooting starShooting down in the darkend halfSometimes the hinges aren't strong enoughSplinters splitting us, embedded in the floorSome nights don't pass quick enoughNor the walls thick enough for you, or me, or next doorI can't help being staticSo the wounds aer dressed and each given a nameDated and placedThe records remainBoth tired of being the cause of this happeningI'm moving out onto the edgeJust out of tocuhJust about out of everythingCareless if I slip, careful of wher you standYou say I couldn't care lessI've alwasys been sure of what should not have been saidI've never had to say I love you to death,Because we'd both have to dive on that gun and jokingly say. ..That it just might have to be that wayYou really don't take enough notice of what I'm telling youYou could act as though you give a fuckI'm sick of disappointing youYou refuse to see me as anything more than what you think I've beenThat's not what I was thinking at all.